Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Porche driver.

Sorry for the late post, but busy morning so far.I haven't even glanced through the papers yet and I know nothing except that Angelina Jolie wore a grey dress to the Golden Globes and looked cross and Brad Pitt is turning into Robert Redford, that is the sum total of my news knowledge thus far. But it has been an amusing day. Country Gay and I met for a rare breakfast together earlier to discuss a project.We were walking past the gates of Dublin of Dublin castle at the crack of dawn this morning, freezing and complaining about cobbles when a car approached us going in the opposite direction. Imagine my great annoyance and irritation to see it was a former boyfriend of mine, and he was driving a Porche.'Jesus is that-''It is.' I said, out of the corner of my mouth.Naturally FB spotted us and slowed right down so we could see his vehicle in all its glory. The he did 'surprised' and gave us a huge wave, before revving up and tearing up the road in a roar of horsepower.'Remember that time he headbutted a fire alarm.' Country gay said, ''Nice car though.''Hmmph' I said, adjusting my hat, 'it suits him too.''Yeah?' he looked at me.'Of course Darling,' I linked arms with him and we proceeded on down the street, 'small and fast.'

Thank you, this chap was an absolute loon. As well had headbutting a fire alarm, he also punched a hole through a door, and claims he sees monsters, actual monsters. When I split up with him, he sat on the end of my stairs for hours refusing to let me out of my own house until I changed my mind. Eventually I had to pretend that I'd think about it. He was nuttier than a walnut.

About Me

I'm a bouncy, opinionated, messy haired marathon running (!) bibliophile. I wear high heels and have delightful ankles. I'm a devoted drinker. I want a French Bulldog puppy whom I shall call Batman and dress in capes on occasion.
I would also like a pug, whom I shall name Mister Woo. He can remain capeless, but I will make sure he wears a diamante collar at all times.
Both dogs will submit to repeated snorgling and high pitched squeals that only a dolphin would normally tolerate.
I hate Reiki/psychics/mystics/frauds with all my liver. Also, I'm firmly against Jazz and poetry/poems/pomes/ peoms or any of that stuff. I believe in the healing power of ginger.